When I watched The Animatrix, it was because my dad rented it; of course, this statement shouldn’t be taken as meaning that I didn’t want to see it – after all, I was planning on seeing it at SIFF, but it was pretty much immediately sold out. And I like The Matrix. And that includes the sequels. It doesn’t include the games, though, but only because I never played them. I’ve heard they were good, but I got burned before on the computer game adaptation of Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure (Well, and the game adaptation of Elvira: Mistress of the Dark, but not nearly as badly as on Bill and Ted), so, y’know, I learned my lesson.
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The setting is a ballroom, dark and perhaps sort of dingy — think the rave in Zion from the second Matrix movie, but the difference is that instead of the audience finding it unpleasant, the ravers are the ones having a bad time. They are dancing, but their facial expressions are pained and tortured. Some are crying, some are just grimacing. A few of them have facial bruises. We pan up and find burly men holding guns in the balconies, looking serious and harshly militaristic. The band is on stage, and they are performing the song neither happily or scared — they’ve got a job to do and they’re doing it, nothing more, nothing less. The song itself should be a happy, upbeat, electropoppish type number — ideally nothing lyrically to betray the unpleasant scene.